Brighton, dahling...

Sarah's very funky partner Mark has a new job in Brighton. Not only will he live by the beach, but he will be paid to play computer games all day... and suss out what does and doesn't work on them. Tough job, but someone's gotta do it.

Mark's new colleagues were hosting a curry night, so we all trundled down to the seaside. Brighton is a very pretty town, with just enough bohemian funk to avoid being impossibly well heeled and sterile. There's a very funky market district, called 'The Lanes'. And I saw my first pebble beach!


The english concept of a pier, by the way, is very different to at home... Where I grew up, a pier or a jetty were about the same thing, a long narrow boardwalk with some spaces for boats to tie up on. Not so in England, where piers feature shops and carnivals and tea rooms and all sorts. One of Brighton's two piers was burnt out recently - terrible shame, cos it was heritage listed, but it looks pretty at sunset.

Curry, when we meandered our way back through The Lanes, was excellent, as was the company - lots of new people with interesting thoughts and tales. And the bottleshop just around the corner sold MEAD. (Don't tell Ants, I bought some as a surprise...)